Date: Sat, 19 May 2007 12:05:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan R
Subject: Me & Justin 17
How did this happen. As I laid in a hospital bed. My head was throbbing.
I moved my hand back and felt a bandage back there. I regained some focus
and noticed that my parents were sitting in chairs nearby.
When they saw my eyes open, they moved over.
"Where am I? What am I doing here?" I whispered. The last thing I
remembered I was walking out of school to my car.
"Somebody attacked you and hit you over the head Jeff. They don't know who
it was. Coach found you in front of your car and called the ambulance."
My dad said.
Everything was pretty fuzzy still. Turned out that I needed 20 stitches in
the back of my head. Seemed I was cracked over the head with something. I
drifted back to sleep and awoke in the middle of the night. Nobody was in
the room, there was a small light coming through the window. I sat up and
stood up and my head throbbed some more. I went and found a clock and it
was 3 am. I found a light and turned it on and went into the bathroom.
The first thing I noticed is that they shaved all my hair off. FUCK I
thought. I loved my hair. I could see the bandage wrapped around my head
with a puffy bandage on the back.
I went back into the room and sat down near the table and sat and tried to
remember what happened. I remembered practice, talking to coach, then to
one of the players about something and that was it. I couldn't put two and
two together at the time.
I climbed back in bed and when I woke up, Jeff and my parents were in the
room. I sat up and told them I felt better. Just a head ache.
"Brian, what the hell happened?" Jeff asked. I told him what I
remembered. But I didn't have any details. About that time, a police man
entered the room trying to find out any information that I might have too.
The doctor came in awhile later and looked me over and told the nurse to
change the bandage and all of that. They wanted me to spend another day
there to be safe, but I could go home on Sunday. I told him I felt good
enough to go home today, but they insisted.
I was bummed because I knew it would be awhile before I could skate again.
But at least it was just the start of the season and maybe I would only
miss a couple of games. That's when it came to me. Fucking TORY. He was
the fucker I was talking to before I went out to my car. No way he would
do this to me. Or maybe he could do it. I told my folks and Jeff that
they didn't need to stay at the hospital. Go out and have some fun, I
would be fine. Just pick me up in the morning. They reluctantly agreed.
When they left, I found the phone book and looked up Tory's phone#.
"Hello?" He answered the phone.
"Hey you little fucking prick, this is Brian. Ya know the one who you
bashed yesterday and left me for dead!. I yelled.
"Hey man. I don't know what you are talking about." He said back.
"Whatever dude. After I went out of school, somebody hit me from behind
with something and knocked me out and sent me to the hospital. I wonder
who hates me enough to do that? Somebody who doesn't like having a fag for
a captain?!" I was pissed.
"Hey, I can't stand you, you are a fucking fag and I hate fags, but I
didn't do that to you. After we talked I went out the other way. So fuck
you and your accusations you fucking homo!" He said back.
"Whatever man. I know it was you. This fag is going to make your life
miserable." and I hung up the phone.
I went back and laid in bed and just stewed there for a while. Rusty
entered the room and when he saw me he started to cry. He came over to me
and put his head on my chest and just sobbed.
"Rusty, cmon man. It's not as bad as it looks. Seriously." I tried to
assure him.
I motioned for him to lay in bed with me and he did. I told him what
happened and who I thought did it and all that. He just snuggled close to
me with his head on my chest. Every once in a while I would hear a little
sob coming from him. He smelled so good and I loved rubbing my hand
through his hair.
"I am gonna kill him." Rusty said to me.
"Cmon Rusty, he is huge. Let me handle it my own way. OK? I can take
care of these things. I have some experience on stuff like this." I told
him.
"Well, I'm gonna do something." he muttered
We layed next to each other for quite some time. We were awakened by the
nurse who came in to change my bandage again. Rusty got up and sat in the
chair. He asked a bunch of questions I didn't even bother to ask. Like if
my skull was broken and all of that. It wasn't, but she said I had a mild
concussion.
Rusty left after a very long kiss, plus he gave me a little grope through
my hospital gown, which was super tented up after our kiss. I guess the
hit didn't affect me down there.
I got home the next day and went to my room and settled in down there. It
didn't really hurt anymore and I was pacing my room seething trying to
figure out my next move. I could kick the crap out of Tory if I wanted to,
but our phone conversation left me confused. If he did do it, he would
probably brag about it, except for maybe the cops and stuff. I tried to
think about all of the enemies that I had or made during the years. Most I
considered didn't have the balls to do this to me. I narrowed it down to
Tory, Jack (who we beat the crap out of after he violated Roger.), and Dan
(my old friend who beat the crap out of me). Besides that, I couldn't
think of anybody else that would do this to me. Sure I had people that I
didn't care for, for whatever reasons. But they didn't know me well enuf
to do something like this.
I wondered if Sean saw what happened from heaven. Hmm. I realized at that
moment how much I missed him still.
I had to stay home from school for the first couple of days, but I was
going stir crazy and finally my mom let me go back on Wednesday. I knew I
couldn't practice with the team, but I could go and sit on the bench and
watch. Which I did. Mostly I watched Tory skating. He wasn't the best on
the team, far from it, but he was a big body and a big presence on the ice.
I think coach was going to use him as a penalty kill type of guy. After
practice, I went over to Tory's locker. I looked up at him and asked him
if he was sticking to his story or what. He said he was and that he didn't
do it. They way he looked at me, made me believe that maybe he didn't.
I got up close to him and grabbed his collar. "If I find out you did, I'm
not gonna call the cops. I'm gonna have you thrown off this team, and then
I will crush you. Got it!"
"I don't have anything to worry about. I didn't touch your homo body." He
smirked.
This fucker. God I hated him, but man, he had some balls, that was for
sure.
I walked away. I finally got better and was able to practice again. I had
to sit out for our first two games, but then I could play again. Damn, I
thought, but it was only two games.
One day, I got to school and opened up my locker and there was a note
pushed into it.
"Hey Fuck. Hope you liked your beating. Watch out cuz I am going to do it
again., but this time, I will finish the job" the letter read.
Jesus I thought. Who the fuck was this. Why did they hate me so much. I
was really scared. I finally told Jeff and Ryan about it and showed them
the letter. They were obviously concerned and begged me to tell my parents
and the police. Which I did, reluctantly. My mom started crying and I
could see my dad looking very angrily. He told me that I wasn't to go to
school alone anymore. I had to ride with Jeff or Ryan every day. No
exceptions. He said he would feel a lot better if all three of us went to
school together. I agreed. No way I wanted to go through this again, and
with Jeff and Ryan, I knew that we would be ok together.
We played it safe and all stayed together though the coming weeks. I
started to get restless with the situation because I liked my new freedom
being able to drive and stuff, now my friends had to protect their homo
friend because somebody wanted to kill him. It interfered with my
relationship with Rusty and everything. But my folks were sticklers.
Even though all of this was going on, we were having a great year so far.
We were 4 -0. The two games I got to play in, I played on the third line
with Jeff as the center on the top line. He was really clicking with those
guys. He was having a great season. I was just coming along. I had a
couple of assists, but no goals. I felt like shit because I was wearing
the C and here I was on the third line doing next to nothing.
Our next game was against Hill. It was on Friday and it was at the big
arena in town. Seats like 3000 people. The place was packed and I felt
really good. My head was fine and I was skating close to normal again.
Coach came up to me before the game and said I was back at #1 center. I
told him that was a mistake, Jeff was doing great there.
"Brian, you are the leader of this team. You need to lead your team
against Hill. Got it!?" He said to me.
I nodded and went back to tell Jeff what I had learned. He was cool with
it. I went over and told the other line mates the news and they seemed ok
with it, but maybe a little confused.
The arena was in a frenzy when we started the game. I took the opening
faceoff and lost it to my old buddy Rich who hated me. I had a mutual hate
as well. We got scored on by Hill during our fist two shifts. Just like
that, down 0-2 after the first period. I was playing like crap. I threw
my stick down when we got into the locker room and just stared at my
locker. Coach gave us a little pep talk, then I remembered who I was
playing for this year. My Sean. When we skated out after the first
period, I looked up in the sky and told myself that this was for my Sean
and begged him to give me the skill to have a good game.
It must have worked. I was flying around like a madman. Everything that I
thought of while I was training during the summer came back to me. I was
seeing plays 4 plays ahead of time. My left wing took a hard slapshot from
the blue line and I moved in for a hopeful rebound and it landed right on
my stick and I slapped it in for a nice garbage goal. The arena erupted
and I was mobbed by my team. That felt good. Finally got my first goal of
the year. I scored another goal later in the period with a nice slap shot,
and our short handed line got one too. We were up 3-2 after the second
period. We were in great spirits in the locker room. We needed this win.
Well, I needed this win in any case.
The third period started and it was pretty rough. Lots of checking and
holding and Hill got a goal after a scrum in front of our goal. So it was
tied with only 4 minutes to go. Each side of the arena was going crazy
with every shot and every play.
My shift came up and Ryan dumped the puck into their zone for a defensive
line change. I checked my way for the puck and got a sharp elbow in the
neck. 2 minute minor on Hill for roughing.
Coach waived me in, but I gave him the stop sign that I wanted to stay out
there. Which I did.
I won the face off and passed it back to Ryan on defense. Jeff was on
right wing. Ryan passed to Jeff who took a shot that missed and I went
behind the goal to get the puck. Jeff was covered pretty good, and I
remember a lane to the left winger, but I did something that nobody had
ever seen before. I don't care if Gretzky says he invented this, but I
know I was the first. I took the puck and flipped it up in the air and it
hit the Hill goalies back and dropped in the net.
The whole arena was stunned and it took a while before the goal light went
on. When everybody realized what happened, the place went nuts with cheers
and boos. It happened so fast, I don't think most of my team knew what
happened. But when the goal light came on, the whole team skated over to
the corner where I was and hats were being thrown from everybody on our
sides of the stands for the hat trick.
I skated back to the bench with my hands in the air. We held off Hill and
won the game. Finally, the monkey was off our back.
We all showered and changed and all that stuff. I was packing away my
smelly cloths and Tory came up to me.
"Brian? Umm, I just want to say that was the most incredible thing I have
ever seen. How did you think that up?" He asked.
"Well, I was watching the goalie and he was fixed on Jeff and he was
covered, then I looked over to the left wing and he was open, but would
have had an awkward shot. So I thought that I would just flip it up and
bounce it in off the goalies butt. Guess I got lucky." I said.
"Yeah, maybe. Hey, I really don't know what to say. I mean, I really
don't like gay people and stuff, you know that I guess, but I really want
to win this year. You are super talented man. So I guess what I am trying
to say is that if I gotta be led by a homo, I am glad that it is you." He
said
"I guess that is a compliment Tory. Don't worry about me man. I'm not
after you or anything. I am just here to play hockey, not to get down
anybody's pants or anything. So are we cool?" I asked
"Yeah. We are. Just don't do any of your homo stuff around me, ok?" He
said, kindoff seriously.
"No problem man. I only do that stuff in the showers on Thursdays, so try
to avoid me and my `fag' friends on that day!" I smiled. I knew that
there was no way that he was the one who cracked me over the head.
Jeff and Ryan were talking to some girls outside of the locker room waiting
for me. Me and Tory walked out of the locker room together and we all
walked outside to go home when we saw a group of guys approach us. At
least 10 of them, let by good old Rich.
"Hey fags. Nice homo play you did to beat us tonight. We are here to
teach you fuckers a lesson." Rich said.
Great. 4 against 10, and Tory didn't really like me too much. To my
surprise, he was the first one to go forward and tell Rich to go to hell
and if he wanted to fuck with anybody, he would have to start with him.
That didn't sit too well with all of Rich's friends and we all got into
each others faces.
"Ok all you fucks. This is obviously between me and Rich. All you Hill
guys move back. Rich, do you want to just settle this between you and me?
Or do you need all of your cronies to fight your battles?" I asked
sarcastically.
His eyes narrowed and I think his answer when he saw a bunch of guys from
our team approaching, plus a couple of football players.
"Lets go fucker" I said
He got close and whispered, "Man, I would really hate to open the gash on
your head. I would have finished the job that day, but I saw a car coming
into the parking lot."
I was amazed. This was the fucker that attacked me. I looked at him in
the face and smiled, then I felt a pain that any guy who has had it before
know. The fucker kneed me in the balls and punched me in the face. Cheep
fucker.
I laid on the ground and my team mates were pretty pissed off about that
and they moved forward. I waved them away and caught my breath and stood
back up and smiled at Rich. "You fuck, that is the best you got. You
fuckin cheap shot artist." I yelled. I lunged towards him and tackled him
on the pavement. I landed so I was on top of him and I brought my fist
back and pummeled his face. My first punch hit him square in the jaw, and
then my left caught him on the other side of his jaw. I got off of him and
pulled him up on his feet and threw punched in his gut repeatedly and then
another couple to his face, which dropped him back on to the ground. Then
I straddled him and just wailed on his face until I got pulled off of him.
He was a bloody mess.
His friends carried him off to their cars and took off. I was still livid.
Of all the people in the world, this fucker. Christ.
I approached Tory. "Hey man, I am really sorry I accused you of doing this
to me. I know now that you didn't. I know you don't like me and stuff and
that but I do appreciate you stepping forward tonight."
"No problem captain. Isn't that what we are supposed to do? Be a team?"
He said.
I smiled at him and we went home. I told my mom what happened because she
was friends with Rich's mom and she asked me if we should contact the
police. I told her we shouldn't because I didn't know if Rich was in worse
shape than I was. Who knew what would happen. I saw my dad sitting at the
edge of the couch with a huge grin on his face. I went and sat next to him
and he gave me a big hug and a noogie. "I wish I was there to see it
Brian. I am so proud of you." He said grabbing my right hand and looking
at my bruised and scraped knuckles.
"Thanks Dad. I wasn't looking for a fight or anything. Rich kicked me in
the balls and stuff." I told him.
"Oh dear Brian, let me check them out." My mom said.
"NO WAY!!!! They are fine. I am going to go to take a shower and go to
bed." I said.
"Well, you should have the doctor look at them next week. Let's see how
they are in the morning. Plus, I cannot wait to talk to Rich's mom. I
will have an earful for her too!" Mom said.
"Ok mom. I'm sure I will be ok. See you tomorrow." I said back.
I went down to my bedroom and there was a "psst" through the window screen.
I got up and went to the window and it was Rusty.
"What are you doing? You could just knock on the door ya know." I said.
"Nah, I snuck out and rode my bike over here. I heard what happened
tonight and I wanted to make sure you are ok." he said.
"I think I am ok, but Rich kneed me in the balls. My mom wanted to look at
them, but could you take a look? They kindoff hurt man." I said.
I pulled off my pants and boxers and he looked at my balls. He moved my
dick off to the side and cupped them in his hand. I looked down and
determined that they were definitely swelled up. My balls weren't all that
big to begin with, so I could tell the difference.
"Rusty, can you go up stairs and grab an ice pack out of the freezer? I
think that would help." I asked.
He ran upstairs and I could hear him talking to my folks and he came back
with one of those gel ice packs and he put it right on my balls. HOLY
CRAP. Holy Cold! I got used to it after a while and it felt good. Not to
mention Rusty's massaging of them too.
He layed next to me and asked if he could spend the night together. I of
course agreed and we lied there with his hand massaging my sore balls and
my hand massaging his un-sore balls and dick.
What a day I thought. I was really tired and I fell asleep in Rusty's
arms.
To be continued.
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